I know that I’m not what you want,
But here’s my shoulder now
To lean on. Break it with your weight –
I’ll steady you somehow.

I know that I’m not what you need,
My arms can’t bear your load;
They’re weak, but look – my legs are strong!
I’ll walk you down this road.

And if we come across your monsters,
Though I can’t fight, I’ll be your shield.
And if you trip on past emotions,
I will hold you ‘til you’re healed.
I will hold you ‘til you’re healed.

Because I’m shallow, weak, and useless,
I cannot understand –
But I can listen to your stories
And I can hold your hand.

I pray God sends the person who
Can save you from your fear.
But, until you find your savior,
Know that I am here.


First poem I've posted on here in a while. Tell me what you think!

This post has been edited by LiVenture17 on May 19 2012, 01:53 AM